Kanimir is, as he often is, sitting in his library enjoying a book on magic and pondering theoretical innovation. He has an idea; he writes it down. It probably won't pan out, most of them don't, but it might.
"Do you wanna try local food? It's really something."
"Okay."
Maurabel goes and gets her some things. "I'm sorry she's so shy, I imagine you'd otherwise quiz her on things."
"And me you can quiz as you like, I keep worrying I'm bugging you with introductory questions about local stuff way below the level you work at and not reciprocating."
"I expect you to be significantly more competent to meaningfully answer my questions once you understand the basis from which I derive them."
Maurabel continues to study magic and eat local food, some of which she brings to Penumbra. She doesn't stay up as long this time; deciding to aim to wake up noonish and overlap with a couple of the humans' meals and still have plenty of time simultaneously awake with Kanimir for ~magic tutoring~ in case she gets stuck with books. She solicits notepaper. She receives borrowed outfits.
Notepaper is provided. The books are extremely clear and straightforward, but do not contain the sheer depth of understanding that someone who's been practicing for centuries accumulates; tutoring is still valuable.
The second afternoon Maurabel wakes up in this house, a new but familiarly-structured woman all but waltzes into the library before Kanimir has woken up. "Hello! You must be Maurabel."
"I have not been loitering where he sleeps to catch him the moment his eyes open but I haven't seen him yet today."
"He doesn't spend much time out of the library he doesn't need to, if you haven't seen him yet it's a good bet he isn't."
"He wouldn't have been a bad one even if you hadn't had an interesting magic system. He dislikes the idea of being something people are justified in being afraid of."